Jenny's breath caught in her throat when she felt his tongue suddenly push up in to her opening, the sensation of him rolling around in her soft flesh...drew a long moan from her mouth. “Oooh god I need you inside me now.”The words were out of Jenny's mouth before she knew it, but it was the truth. So when Jim pulled back from her crotch, his mouth glistening with her juices, she didn’t hesitate to push him down on to his back.It seemed she had quite a effect on Jim. His cock was now a vivid. She really got off relating her hot sexual days of cleaning rooms, and clearing horny pipes. A month or so later Cheryl did not come home until almost eight PM, unusual, since she normally finished by four. She had a really hot story this time.Cheryl normally wore a slutty outfit under a loose, button front dress as she entered the building where she was working that day. This day was no different, and she was back at the first guy’s condo. When she entered she heard the owner in his office. It was like I had made a friend for life. The door to Marks office was wide open, which was jake for us, because he had changed the lock. That was a big goof on his part and he probably would not get his lease renewed. Sarah and I took it apart looking for anything to pin on Marks. His books and records were not-so-surprisingly missing, but we got the slant that Swartz was a book keeper. Hey, even Al Capone needed someone to jumble the numbers, so I shouldn't be so surprised that Marks needed. You could see some swelling on her nose, but nothing which would make people stop her and ask her questions. Her general appearance probably would, but she was planning to go fast enough for the people not to notice her.She thrown the duct tape pieces into a bin, took the wrapped crowbar, and sped out of the alley onto the main road, and she half walked half ran all the way to her house.At home she hid her package, together with her blood stained clothes under her bed, then went to the bathroom.